Pp's blog

Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.

Today l have been the statue... What have you been?

To the survivors: (you might have read this before but l think its good)

According to today’s regulators and bureaucrats,
those of us who were kids in the 40’s, 50’s,
60’s, 70’s probably shouldn’t have survived.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright coloured
lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on
medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we
rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to
mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat
belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm
day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from
a bottle. Horrors! We shared one soft drink with
four friends, from one bottle, and no one
actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda
pop with sugar in it, but we were never
overweight because we were always outside
playing.

We would leave home in the morning and play all
day, as long as we were back when the street
lights came on. No one was able to reach us all
day. No mobile phones. Un-thinkable.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of
scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find
out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times, we learned to solve the
problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64,
X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on
cable, video tape movies, surround sound,
personal cell phones, personal computers, or
Internet chat rooms.

We had friends! We went outside and found them.

We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and
teeth ,and there were no lawsuits from these
accidents.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and
ate worms, and although we were told it would
happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor
did the worms live inside us forever.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s home and
knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just
walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made
the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal
with disappointment.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a
law was unheard of. They actually sided with the
law. Imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best
risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors,
ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of
innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and
responsibility, and we learned how to deal with
it all.

And you’re one of them! Congratulations.

This is a recipe l found last year and used... It turned out great so l will be using it again this year. I was hunting around for a new one because l lost the one l had been using for years...

Thought l would share it with you...

INGREDIENTS

Gather together the fruits and soak in alcohol as directed in the method before making the cake.

10 oz currants
6 oz sultanas
3 oz raisins
3 oz dark natural glace cherries
3oz mixed chopped peel - Cut your own or use ready cut
Grated rind of 1 lemon
Grated rind of 1 orange
2 tablespoons of whisky, brandy, rum or sherry
4 eggs - room temperature
6 oz butter - room temperature
6 oz soft brown sugar (or caster sugar if you have none)
3 ½ oz of self raising flour (use all plain if you have no SR flour, this cake is not intended to rise, but be level.)
3 ½ oz of plain flour
2 oz ground almonds
1½ teaspoons of mixed spice (this should contain cloves, cinnamon etc)
1 tablespoon golden syrup or corn syrup
Optional 2oz walnuts or blanched almonds chopped.
Optional 2 oz chopped dried apricots

The quantities in this recipe must be baked in a deep Round 8 inch tin or Square 7 inch tin.
Prepare these things first.

1. Before you mix up the cake, SOAK the dried fruit and the halved cherries in the alcohol for about 4-8 hours before using it and also remove your 6oz butter and 4 eggs from the fridge to bring them to room temperature about 2 hours before cake making begins.

Sometimes I just put all the fruit in a screw top jar and shake it every day for about a week or two. The soaking helps plump and hydrate the fruit.

2. Heat oven to 140 degrees Celsius or Gas mark 1 or 275 degrees Fahrenheit
3. Butter your tin type and double line it and butter it again with 2 circles of greaseproof paper and an inner band of paper.
4. Outside the tin add a double band of brown paper that rises 2 inches or so above the tin. Tie with string.
5. Place the tin ready on a flat pizza or other baking sheet – this helps in removing it from the oven.

was really glad to see the end of September... but its not very good start to October... l would love to know what my astrological chart has in store for me now...

September my Holiday was ruined when l was attacked mercifully by mosquito's... as blogged + photo's by my darling daughter grrrr.
Am fighting my employers because l want to claim my holiday days back with the help of a doctors note.

Then my Man friend of 18 months fell from a great height 3 days after we split up... He is in hospital 170 miles away...Was on the critical list but now been transferred to a ward although his injuries are very severe he is recovering slowly...

Then theres my incident at work where l was touched up by an 82 year old ( well he grabbed my groin) My manager is not very understanding to the fact that l dont want to 'bump' into him... l dont want to work in that vicinity for a bit... She visited him and he was remorseful and wanted to appologise... she said no he is to have no contact with me... l say l would feel better if he did... At least l wouldnt feel awkward if our paths cross which they will cause its unavoidable... You probably dont know what l mean but l do, this is a good way of letting off steam...

Carti hasnt been well and now is left with this terrific cough which is very irritating... to her and too me listening...

Had a phone call yesterday from my sister to say a family friend has died... was diagnosed wrongly... 70+ Male contracted menigitis! Sudden death at home because he had seen the doctor didnt want to bother him again.

Today... Carti my daughter tells me she has had a phone call from her bank to say someone has been using her account to the tune of £500? Who What Where... we just dont know... but l think she would have blogged about that one.

End of moan a minute.

A man calls home to his wife and says, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing at a big lake up in Canada with my boss and several of his friends.
We'll be gone for a week.

This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I've wanted so would you please pack me enough clothes for a week and set out my rod and tackle box.

We're leaving from the office and I will swing by the house to pick my things up.
Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas."

The wife thinks this sounds a little fishy but being a good wife she does exactly what her husband asked.

The following weekend he comes home a little tired but otherwise looking good.

The wife welcomes him home and asks if he caught many fish? He says, "Yes! Lots of Walleye, some Bluegill, and a few Pike.
But why didn't you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to do?"

The wife replies, "I did. They were in your tackle box!"

Little Red Riding Hood is skipping down the road
when she sees the Big Bad Wolf crouched down behind a log.

"My, what big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf,"
says Little Red Riding Hood.

The surprised wolf jumps up and runs away.
Further down  the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again;
this time he is crouched behind a tree stump.

"My, what big ears you have Mr. Wolf," says Little Red Riding Hood.

Again the foiled wolf jumps up and runs away.
About 2 miles down the road, Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again,
this time crouched down behind a road sign.

"My, what big teeth you have Mr. Wolf," taunts Little Red Riding Hood.

With that the Big Bad Wolf jumps up and screams,
 
"Will you get lost?
I'm trying to take a dump!"
 
 

My week at work has been very stressful... I was touched up by an 82 year old! I was only standing talking to him as part of my job and he grabbed my groin... Of course l had to report it and miles of paper work and equiries in the aftermath l felt like l was the guilty party. Luckily when visited by my boss he did say he regretted the incident and dont know what came over him. What made me sad was the fact she told me he was shaking and sobbing throughout the interview. Apparently he is on medication and this was the cause of the un-provoked incident.

Although it was regrettable by him l now feel awkward to face him (which l have to in a professional manner every day) He has been told not to approach me on any matter... He can converse with my work colleagues who have to visit him in pairs.

I feel like handing in my notice as my stomach is in knots wondering what l am going to say if our paths do cross.

My colleagues tell me that l have nothing to approach myself for so why do l feel the way l do?

I have had all summer to do all the jobs on my list and l am not half way through... So this weekend l was going to get my arse in gear complete them sol could relax, knowing they are all done... What happens? It's raining Doh! I must be the only person who hangs their washing out in the rain... Well it might dry up later

It's never been known on my weekend off for me to be up early and raring to go... so now l have to re-think.

Well here I am blogging like my daughter... She never thought she would see the day when l joined the blogging world... Just goes to show you are never too old to learn new tricks!

And all because l told her l was bored... l think l will enjoy this as l like writing but l will have to be careful its not in report style must keep it casual.

She is going to have to be careful what she puts on her blog now... or l will report her for mother abuse!!!  Hee hee...

Better ask her what l am supposed to do with this now...

This is her instructions?

Scroll down to the bottom of the page... No... she means the actually page... ummm... go on then... Scroll down mum... Oh the scroll bar on the other page not this page... whoops!  Stop it mum... stop messing about... hee hee
Love her really she is such a sweetie... ooooo you can preview it as well you know... go on then save it... Kids!!